Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.